David Hilgier Photographs

Beauty is not just a freshly bloomed flower. Beauty is also the passage of time. The pealing of paint. The rusting of iron. The withering of a leaf.

Hard to find a better spot in the world than a peaceful garden. At its core, the ability to truly reap what one sows. More importantly, a space for thought and reflection. A place to bear witness to the stages of life none of us can avoid.

The fog and clouds receded as we made our way back from Point Reyes National Seashore to Petaluma by way of Tomales Bay and the rolling hills west of our destination.

Perspective changes everything. The Pacific engulfing my field of vision, the insignificance of me immediately apparent.

The manmade pulse of the foghorn echoes out over the ocean. To those nearby, it serves as an accompaniment to the beat of the waves crashing on the cliffs below.

On the road into the Point Reyes National Seashore is the town of Inverness, home of this widely photographed shipwreck. The only part of the boat still maintained is the name “Point Reyes” painted on the hull.

An old Coca-Cola advertisement peaks out over the tops of the buildings in downtown Petaluma.

Mid summer’s beauty found in a vase of fresh cut sunflowers.

As its owners enjoy their treats, a pup patiently waits for a treat of its own at the Russian River Brewery in Santa Rosa.

The hum of the road gave way to the roar of the ocean as we reached the northern most point on our afternoon drive.